My 12-year-old daughter donated her hair to a girl with cancer—then we received a call from the principal asking us to come in immediately.

It wasn’t dramatic or loud. It was subtle, like a door that had finally been opened after being stuck for too long.

Before they left, Marcus placed his hand gently on the desk beside the hard hat. “We’re going to keep the fund going,” he said. “Exactly how he started it.”

Piper nodded slowly. “Then we’ll make sure it reaches people who actually need continue reading …